I nervous that I meet Sven

I nervous that I meet Sven. But instead I meet Theo’s friend Ahmed on way to school. He nice boy from a country that I know not UK but who say he really Bart Simpson. He say I look like Marge Simpson and I not know if he being rude or not. Person carrying all his bags and lunch box (The Simpsons) behind him is his mother. She nice person too. ‘I am not speaking the Englishes as good as my son,’ she say with apologetics. ‘He let me know what most things mean. But we is none of us knowing this.’ She show me school letter about the Red Nose Day. I say I not know either unless it about the red noses we gets in my country after National Liberation Day. I do not think she has the Estonian sense of humour.

Mrs G, lollipop lady, she waving to us and take us to middle of road where she is stopping and showing us her hole. She not minding that cars are doing much bibbing. Is now a cabbage and part of person’s curry meal. ‘It’s shaping up nicely,’ she say and sing song called Irish Rover that I tell Mrs Ahmed is about Irish dog called Rover and is very sad I think. Is then He walk past with boy Josh. He say hallo but what kind of hallo is it? I think it is not HALLO! or even H-A-L-L-O! but just little hallo. I think I am wearing new smock top (£8.99, H&M) and best jeans just to look at cabbage in hole. I cannot run after him because Mrs G is discovering that Mrs Ahmed come from Finsbury Park too and they want to do the talking. All I can think is that cabbage is wish come true from fairy godmother, who cannot always give the big prizes. I should be grateful. But then Sven come back. He say sorry he is doing the rushing but will I have drink with him tomorrow night. I say yes, yes, yes, yes, is much better than cabbage. He look at me strange like.